Dragon 3: Tide of the Black Moon (1)

Caesar walked in the rain with his cigar in his mouth, the others following, five men each with a black umbrella.

"I feel like I'm starting to get old," the twenty-one-year-old student body president exhaled a puff of smoke, "watching young men work so hard for love."

"It's natural for a man preparing for marriage to think that way." Gen Zhisheng said.

Neither Lu Mingfei nor Chu Zhang said anything.

Turning a street corner, hundreds of people stood silently in the pouring rain, divided into two groups, carrying steel pipes or bats. It was as if two armies were facing each other, and as soon as the order was given everyone would roar forward, waving their hands regardless. But in the middle of the street was a Japanese sword, the spider cut of Minamoto Wakizashi. It forcibly cut through the armed struggle between the Fire Hall group and the Numakusha with an unshakeable gesture. Wakako Genji walked to the middle of the street and pulled up the spider cut into its sheath, and hundreds of men from the Fire Hall group and the Numakura Society bowed at the same time.

"Let's go," Genchiyo said indifferently.

"Will they fight?" Lu Mingfei carefully followed close to Genjisei.

"Yes, it can't be helped. These two gangs depend on logistics, but the territory of logistics is limited, someone has to go hungry. If necessary, you have to use force to solve the problem, although in the eyes of high and mighty people like you competing for benefits is not considered big, in their case is not a trivial matter, worth the use of force. You can't eradicate violence in the yakuza, and anyone would prefer the kind of story that Miss Makoto and Nodasu have compared to each other, but if Nodasu continues to be in the Noda group, he might one day take someone out on the street with a sword too. I asked Mr. Masamune if there was no other way to run the yakuza in this family. There might be more efficient means, but Mr. Masamune said he was too old to maintain the organization and could not afford to reform it. If I want to reform the organization, I can try to inherit the family."

"So you're an elephant turtle who can't yet crawl toward his puddle to roll around?" Caesar said.

"Yes," Gensokyo said softly, "the person the family expects is probably something as solemn and powerful as a dragon, but I'm just an elephant turtle, and it's exhausting to ask an elephant turtle to take on the responsibilities of a dragon."

Deafening roars erupted and countless feet shook the street as the clash between the Fire Hall group and the Swamp Crow Society, which had been suppressed for more than an hour, finally began, with ear-splitting sirens blaring in the distance.

Caesar held an aluminum-tubed cigar to Gensokyo: "Thanks a lot."

"Why thank me?" Genchiyo froze.

"The reception was good. The food was good, the shopping went well, the after-dinner program was pretty fun, it's been a while since I've had a chance to loosen up and laze around like that, and I got an Abelur." Caesar pulled out acetylene lighter and lit a fire for Gen Wakizashi, "Saw the Japanese yakuza again, had a pretty good day ...... honestly before I thought you were just as disgusting as Chu Zhang."

"Hey hey, boss don't just say two decent words to people swing a big stick ah! Also piggybacked on the other one also beat up a beating!" Lu Mingfei muttered in his heart.

"Is it that disgusting?" Genghis was not angry.

"I don't like people who look cold and think they're great, but now you seem to be the exception," Caesar patted Jensen's shoulder, "you drink well, have a beautiful assistant, have good taste in cars, and have a man's sense of responsibility. Men are what we are, we talk softly even though we carry mountains on our backs, it is a man's duty to take responsibility."

Boss, you're starting to speak in the language of the powerful too! Don't be so quick to be infected by the yakuza culture, okay?

"I think we can be called friends from now on, I'll buy you a drink after the mission is over and invite you to my wedding," Caesar said.

"Suddenly I can be considered a VIP in the Gattuso family." Genchiyo's tone was still faint.

"More than a guest of honor, a man's friendship is as strong as a diamond, Genji!" Caesar said.

Genchisei's heart was slightly moved, so this is how to win the friendship of the psychopaths, the friendship of the psychopaths looks so cheap.